I got an email recently from someone who was thinking of moving to High Point and had begun to search for a church pre-move. She wrote that she had read my blog. Blog, blog... I think, yes, I remember--it's that thing I set up and promised I would reflect on in some way once a week.

Uhg, so when I got to the blog, I found a grand total of 2 entries for basically a year. That is sad. I think maybe it's the name--the contemplative pastor. Some sort of pressure to actually have a deep thought to share. My thoughts are not that deep most days.

I considered closing this one and opening a new one using the name the youth have coined for me: partypastor--yes, I am slightly proud of that, but also embarrassed (although not nearly as embarrassed as poor Ken: the Master Pastor--had to throw that in the mix for good humor). Then I could blog on how pleased I was that I had Oberon straight from the tap (well, in GLASS--I'm not THAT kind of partypastor) the other day or chilled out with James Taylor the other night (well, listened to him from row H--not a groupy partypastor).

But alas, if I can't keep up with this one on a regular basis, how on earth could I consider starting a new one? So I'm simply absolving myself of having to record deep thoughts and figured I'd try again to keep up with some sort of something or other again on a weekly basis. For the three of you still reading and encouraging me on in blogging, you're much appreciated. We'll see if we can start this going yet again.

Peace and joy,
Jess